Enter the Room

Song Daliang's kiln is at the foot of Zhushan Mountain in Jingdezhen, not far from Song Jiyun's family's kiln. It was built by renovating someone else's old workshop.

Song Jiyun left the city gate and the rain stopped.

The leaves on the roadside were washed clean by the rain, but the post road was soaked by the rain, leaving ruts one after another.

She waited for the Song family's sedan chair at the roadside and went to Song Daliang's kiln together.

The place where guests are entertained is a three-room open hall, and many people have already arrived.

Li Zixiu wore a sapphire blue five-bat tunic tunic and stood in the middle of the open hall. He was talking to Mr. Han from the Royal Kiln Factory with a smile on his face. It was very eye-catching.

Seeing Song Jiyun, everyone stepped forward to say hello: "Miss Song!"

Song Jiyun nodded politely.

Some people also whispered: "I didn't expect Miss Song to really come over. Didn't it mean that the two families were no longer related?"

"Song Daliang is now running a kiln factory, and he is a colleague. Relatives may not leave, but colleagues cannot ignore him."

"But Song Daliang is shameless enough to poach his niece. Fortunately, the two families are no longer related, otherwise it would be disgusting to think about it."

"There are so many colleagues with whom we have bad relationships. If I were Miss Song, I would fall out whenever I fall out. What's the point?"

Everyone agreed, feeling vaguely that Song Jiyun was still young, had little experience, and was a little weak.

Li Zixiu even proudly dragged Mr. Han over to greet her. He pointed at Song Jiyun and said to Mr. Han, who was not afraid of the height of the stage. "You are the eldest daughter of a good family, and now you are the boss of the Song family kiln factory!" She works in the Imperial Kiln Factory all day long, painting, and you haven’t officially met her since she took over, right?”

Mr. Han looked calm, nodded toward Song Jiuyun, and said warmly: "You are very capable. If Youliang were still here, I would definitely be proud of you."

Song Jiyun smiled and greeted him: "Thank you very much. Please take good care of me in the future."

The Songjia Kiln Factory has to deal with the imperial kiln factory's business every day, and has to deal with the masters of the imperial kiln factory.

As for Mr. Han drawing patterns for Song Daliang Kiln Factory, Mr. Han had a relationship with her father, not with her.

But a strange look flashed in Mr. Han's eyes, as if her calmness was beyond his expectation. He looked a little surprised and said in a deep voice: "Your father and I are close friends, what happened to you in the Royal Kiln Factory?" , just come to me."

In other words, there is no need to come to him for matters outside the imperial kiln factory.

Song Jiyun was quite relieved to get such a promise from him, and told him about the recent orders sent by the imperial kiln factory.

Someone came over.

Song Jiyun took a closer look and saw that it was Wang Yan, the owner of the largest glaze shop in Jingdezhen.

He laughed and said, "I didn't expect Miss Song to come too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jiyun found that many people were listening.

She smiled slightly and said: "We are all colleagues. Since Mr. Song has posted a message for me, there is no reason not to come."

"Yes, yes!" Wang Yan agreed a few words, took out an invitation from his sleeve, and said, "I got a pound of Sumali blue and white glaze, and I am going to put it up for bidding. When the time comes, Miss Song will definitely Coming!"

"You have such rare glazes!" Song Jiyun accepted the invitation with a smile, "I will definitely go when the time comes."

The two exchanged a few words, and then Boss Chen, the clay brick seller, came up to talk to her.

They were all those I had dealt with last time at Wensi Building.

Soon, a group of people gathered around her, talking and laughing.

Li Zixiu's face looked a little unhappy.

And Mr. Han left quietly without knowing when.

*

In the side room next to the open hall, Song Tao adjusted her clothes again.

The bright red gold brocade clothes and bright red gemstone gilt jewelry made her dazzling.

She remembered that when the Song Kiln Factory celebrated the firing of colorful porcelain and held a banquet for guests, Song Jiuyun wore such clothes.

At that time, she felt that Song Jiuyun lacked the subtlety and elegance of a woman, and was too flamboyant and high-profile. Now, standing in front of the mirror, looking at the face in the mirror whose eyes and brows were so happy that she suddenly understood Song Jiuyun's complacent mood.

This kiln will be hers from now on. She will rise from the ashes like a phoenix. From now on, like Song Jiuyun in her previous life, she can make a lot of money, control her own destiny, and make everyone obey her orders.

She supported Jin Buyao in the hair room and said to Ding Xiang who was supporting her: "Let's go! The auspicious time is coming soon."

Ding Xiang supported her with excitement and walked out of the resting room.

Among the crowd, Song Tao saw Song Jiyun at a glance.

She wore a navy blue Hangzhou silk gown, and a pearl hairpin between the black silk stockings, which glowed faintly in the bright light of the open hall.

Song Tao pursed her lips.

Song Jiyun seemed to sense her appearance and turned his head without hesitation.

Their eyes met in the air.

Caught off guard, Song Tao's eyes were at a loss.

Song Jiyun nodded to her generously.

Song Tao frowned secretly.

I don’t know what Song Jiuyun means.

The master of ceremonies nearby shouted: "Miss Song is here!"

When the open hall fell silent, everyone looked at Song Jiyun strangely. When they heard the movement, they all looked at Song Tao in confusion.

Song Tao bit her lip, and said with a hint of trepidation in her sadness: "Thank you all for coming to attend the opening ceremony of our kiln factory. My father was temporarily unwell and was unable to attend, so he specifically asked me to unveil the plaque on his behalf."

Only then did everyone understand, and they all started asking about Song Daliang's body.

Song Taoqiang smiled and said: "The doctor said we need to rest, but the auspicious time has been calculated for the opening. My father can't bear to worry about all his hard work. As children, we can only bite the bullet and obey orders."

Many people think this is inappropriate, and even said: "Tianbao should be allowed to unveil the plaque."

Song Tao's eyelids drooped slightly, but when she opened them again, her eyes were bright and her smile was warm, and she said: "Tianbao is extremely filial, and he has to serve his father. When the two sisters leave the cabinet, the brother-in-law will not be able to make it for a while, so I have to let him go." I'll do it for you."

Having said this, she bent her knees and bowed respectfully to everyone: "I would also like to ask all the elders, uncles and uncles to bear with me."

Everyone was stunned by this turn of events and were speechless for a long time.

Someone said: "There is already a Miss Song, it doesn't matter if there is one more. Anyway, they are all girls from your Song family."

After everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at Song Jiyun and Song Tao, and they all laughed.

Song Tao hurriedly took the teapot from the maid's hand and poured tea for several respected people in the industry.

Ma Hui, the president of the Jingdezhen Chamber of Commerce, picked up the tea cup and said in a deep voice: "Although today's matter is a bit of a joke, the county magistrate also said that women should not give way to men, and you are acting on the orders of your father and are pure filial piety, so I will No further investigation."

Then he took a sip of tea, indicating that he agreed with her unveiling the plaque on behalf of Song Daliang.

In this way, Song Tao is still honored by Song Jiyun.

Song Tao hurriedly bent her knees to say thanks.

Everyone saw this and joked about Song Jiyun: "The two Miss Songs are in company."

Song Jiyun pursed his lips and smiled humbly.

Song Tao raised her chin slightly and glanced sideways at Song Jiuyun.

Ding Xiang quickly glanced at the steward next to her.

The steward clapped his hands, and amid the crackling of firecrackers, the lion danced.